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A sparser reworking of 'Precision Optics,' probably my choice for the worst track on MRS. EQUITONE, the forthcoming KGW album.

I said this wouldn't go anywhere, but SURPRISE ALBUM!

lyrics

Precision optics and lights in the distance
Pre-Christian Gnostics and nights burnt like incense
I feel like an alien, but I don't mind

Pre-chosen topics and fights without direction
Decoded doctrines and typo corrections
I just soak up every salient point I find

But it don't matter at all
It don't matter at all
How you live your little life, or if you die,
Or what you saw
It don't matter at all
It don't matter at all
If you just watch it slipping by or if you willfully heed its call
And crawl

Towards kitchen lights and living room tables
Pigeon fights in unlivable stables
You say that you saw it with your own two eyes

And in hindsight you say you could have saved them
And you might be right, but don't forget where you came from
'Cause you may not remember before you die

But it don't matter at all
It don't matter at all
If you kiss your kids goodbye, or if you cry
Or if you're smart
It don't matter at all
It don't matter at all
It just don't matter at all now
'Cause it all falls down
Under the microscope of public scrutiny
Every little thing you do to me kills me

It don't matter at all
It don't matter at all
It don't, you think it do, but it don't
I used to think it too, but it don't
It don't matter at all
It don't matter at all
It don't, you think it do, but it don't
I used to think it too, but it don't